O'Brien

The last day of the first week of the new year. It was a shit week, but I have high hopes for the rest of the year.

Rough morning. Something is trying to get me sick. The only good thing is that I get to take Elderberry. It sounds like something that is grown in the shire.

It’s never easy to say goodbye. The older I get the more I understand the term “mortal coil”.

Learned of an old friend’s passing today. Very sad. I had forgotten the connection we had.

I wonder who changes more – the parent or the child? So much lies dormant in both.